Lammas
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The scarlet pimpernel troubles my dreams...why oft do I wake with salted creamy hand? His intention is clear - he longs to plunge his ship 'gainst my stronghold..his ambition has won my eye!! - this young stable boy had a most interesting chuff - I will bathe him in mine milk of goodness - Alas like Norris I sit atop my pink penny farthing and set off to the sunset my falice in hand - "ho ho" I cry "let days be days of glorious slumber when I can alas once again rough and tumble with Pritchard in the poppy fields" CCCCCCCCUUUUUUUNNNNNNNTTTTTTT.